This week, Brett and I celebrated thirteen years of marriage. In keeping with life’s family demands right now, we scratched plans to go out and settled for a night at home with takeout that turned out to be sadly mediocre. I fell asleep at ten, he stayed up until midnight. Happy Anniversary…and they lived happily ever after.
Thirteen years ago when we gripped each other’s hands (seriously, that hand grip!) and proudly marched out of that chapel a married couple, we were starry-eyed dreamers, committed to working out the kinks of a blended family, excited by the idea of adding more kids, lost in a sea of love. Our wedding was magic–everyone we love gathered around us with such electric excitement for Us–Good God, I thought our love could fuel the world that night. When “Love Shack” played at our reception, Brett ripped off half his suit and danced like they were passing out awards for enthusiasm (a rarity, I tell you). Enthusiasm–that’s what we had, for each other and all the possibilities for our family.
That family is what we’ve focused on for the past thirteen years, and we’ve done good. Sure, there have been hiccups–it gets tricky with blended families–but I’m proud of the way we’ve navigated raising kids together. Lately though, I’m more proud of us–just the two of us–and how we’ve shifted some of the focus away from “Family’s all that matters!” and “It’s for the kids!” back to where it all began.
Marriage is hard to begin with, but when you add the inevitable stress of raising a family–busy schedules, annoying habits, bills, home improvements, jobs, the way we change over the years and the stories we tell ourselves about each other and those changes–“hard” doesn’t begin to describe what it really takes to stay connected. Marriage enthusiasm is one of the most vulnerable of all our commodities–and yet the easiest target for erosion. Neglect. Death by starvation. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel a few times over the past five years that we have changed too much as people and that our marriage was held together more by the kids and our love for our family than our commitment to each other. Until we stopped telling ourselves “this is just the way it is” and fought for more.
This year we started marriage therapy for the first time, not because we were in trouble–but because I knew that if we didn’t commit to trying some new things now and learning new ways we could support each other, we could be in trouble years from now when the kids aren’t the center of our focus. I think marriage therapy still has so many negative connotations as if it’s a sign that couples are on the brink of divorce when really, the healthiest marriages I know commit to regular or at least “I’ll take a top-off on my coffee to warm it up” therapy. Therapy is much like going to the gym–commit to consistent exercise earlier so that you don’t wake up one day, out of breath and out of shape, wishing you would have paid more attention to your body earlier.
The verdict on therapy? We absolutely love it. It’s not a miracle worker–you still have to do the work yourself–but, for us, it’s recalibrated our relationship and restored some clear goals for our connection that had gotten murky over the years.
A few things we’ve noted that we love about therapy:
Scheduled Intimacy
It’s in the calendar. Once a week, we sit next to each other on a couch and talk about us…really talk. And once a week, we walk out of that office holding hands, more connected and grateful for each other. It’s hard to find an hour of intimacy in our daily schedule; and even on a date night, talking deep about our relationship and what we need from each other isn’t exactly either of our idea of a fun night. Making time for it with therapy has created intimacy in a way neither of us expected. And then there’s less pressure during the week to approach intimidating conversations because we know we have a space for them.
Commitment
The fact that we’re there every week–and like to be there–is a huge statement in itself to each other and our family. We are committed to being the best we can be. That’s our anthem. We can’t fall back on stories of “You don’t care” or “You’re not trying.” Knowing that we are doing real work to make our marriage as good as it can be is motivating and assuring. An athlete who is training for a marathon isn’t plagued with “I wish I was doing more to move my body” thoughts because they’re doing it!
Third Party Prompts
When there’s a kind, trained professional initiating conversation, we both come in open and willing rather than approaching a subject in the heat of the moment after a trigger. There’s no nagging, no intimidating “Can we talk?”, no annoyed “You’re bringing this up again?”, no resentment, no avoiding a conversation, no getting no where. The only purpose behind everything we talk about is understanding each other better, communicating better and being the best we can be. I’m a talker, Brett isn’t, and our therapist knows how to bridge that gap beautifully without having to have me be the “starter” for every conversation. The practice of talking more in therapy is helping us do it naturally at home too!
Relearning a Language
When we were first dating, we did the whole crash course in learning about each other’s pasts–our upbringings, our stories, etc. So much of who we are today is because of our past, and yet we don’t really talk about that anymore. Digging back into the stories of who we are and why has been like relearning a language we both forgot. There’s so much more patience and understanding for each other when we make room to talk about the whole of who we are–not to mention appreciation for the ways we are different–something that has felt polarizing in the past. Our differences are often our glue.
Accountability
Perhaps my favorite thing about therapy is the clear accountability for both of us. We have homework every week, and every week starts by talking about what that homework looked like and how we are feeling about it. Instead of loose “let’s do better at this” promises, therapy helps us break things down into specific measurable goals–some of them as simple as committing to hugging or kissing every time Brett departs for work and every time he walks back in the door at the end of the day. Some homework starts with, “This might feel awkward, but that’s okay…” The accountability part of therapy has been so productive for us, and it’s amazing how quickly an awkward assignment becomes a natural part of our routine.
If anything, therapy has been really fun for us–something new to explore. It helps that we have a great therapist, recommended from a very trusted friend and psychologist. And committing to it definitely counts as one of those responsibilities that makes me feel like a bonafide grown-up–like buying a vacuum or walking into our accountant’s office to sign papers. Adults don’t wait for things to happen. They make them happen.
Celebrating 13 years, so happy and grateful to be with someone I love, the calm yin to my over-the-top yang.
Lovely.
This is beautiful. Thank you for bringing a negative topic such appreciation and grace. Happy anniversary!
When “Love Shack” played at our reception, Brett ripped off half his suit and danced like they were passing out awards for enthusiasm.
Ha!! Please tell me you have that on video? And Brett, I think you need to recreate it today.
Happy Anniversary you two!! xo
Yay for therapy, yay for both of you! Hard to get someone who’s not a talker to talk in the security of your own home, let alone outside of it. Love the commitment there. Always rooting for you two. I’ve enjoyed watching your family grow over the years…seeing the boys turn into handsome young men, watching Lainey blossom & Nella bloom & keeping up with Dash’s antics. Yours has always been one of my top three favorite blogs, mostly because of the way you honestly share how you deal with what, no doubt, all of us go through at one time or another. Oh, and also because I’m a life lover & tiny shit lover too! xo
Hip hip hooray for honesty. Sometimes we treat the people we love most poorly. Hitting rewind and making edits in our most important relationship is hard. You have clearly explained what happens in the therapist’s office. And that may just be enough to get some readers to make that call and refresh their relationship. Bravo! And Happy Anniversary!
Wonderful! I love seeing your wedding photos, but even better are your words. Thank you.
And let’s be honest- the facial hair doesn’t hurt 😘🥰
Such an important topic!! Thanks for your honesty and thoughtful post. The best advice I’ve ever been given is to read the book, “Feeling Good Together,” by David Burns. It’s a life changing read.
Bravo, you two!
Beautiful inspiration post – I love it! We celebrate 5 years this year and what a great reminder this post is to always keep working and loving and appreciating the love we’ve found! Congrats to you both!
Kelle- Over the years I have enjoyed following your blog, taken your classes and tried products you have recommended but this post is my favorite. It is beautiful, brave and so true. My husband and I have done couples therapy with very rewarding results and you have tapped into the positives of therapy. It is usually perceived as a tool for relationships in trouble but it is a powerful option for strengthening a good relationship to a higher level . Thank you for sharing your experience and spreading this inspirational message!!
One of your most important posts ever! We’ve loved Brett in the background but I always hoped he’d be more in the foreground. I often feel guilty because I put my husband & US before the kids often, but we do have a marriage that is the envy of all of our friends. So maybe there is something to that. Having said that, thank you for the reminder to appreciate my husband a little more today! And thank you for setting such great example for all of us!
Thank you so much for sharing this Kelle. I really love the idea of therapy as proactive maintenance as opposed to a reactive ‘when we really run into trouble’ sort of thing. I appreciate your openness and honesty greatly.
This post hits so close to home, it made me cry…happy tears. My husband and I have been together for almost 17 years, and he is my best friend, my soul mate, and I love him to the core. But in the last few years, things had been kind of rough. I realized I wasn’t happy, not necessarily unhappy with him, or life, but just unhappy in general. It was so bad my 15 year old son sat me down one night and said “mom, you have to do something.” So I sought therapy for myself and realized so much. The things I “learned” made me ask the question “Is this the man I want forever? Do I want to grow old with him, sit on the porch, hold his hand, ask ‘huh?’ a million times, say “yes, babe, I’ll fix you some tea” and “aren’t our grandbabies the best?” Hell yeah, you best believe he’s the one. But I realized I had A LOT of issues I had to work through, and my therapists helped me learn how to talk to him, and encourage him to talk to me. There were a lot of tears, a lot of “am I strong enough to do this,” but it has been so worth it. The love, the intimacy, the best friend status, the learning to talk to each other and not at each other, it’s all coming back. We still have some stuff to work through, but marriage involves work. It’s like maintaining a million dollar car 🙂 <3
My (late) husband and I agreed early on that God gives you your children but you CHOSE each other and you have to remember to choose each other every single day. Then once the kids grew, we knew we still liked each other, we were still each others favorite person and we chose well. I lost Scott 4 years ago but I take great comfort in the many happy, silly, hard, lovely moments we made together. It also modeled for our boys what a healthy, loving relationship looked like.
Great read! Thanks for sharing.
I love this! My husband and I are already seeing how our three littles can so consume us that we need to guard our relationship. The part on enthusiasm most striking and it made me think of a quote by Jim Elliot. “We should love hard, and not casually; fervently, playfully, and simply, never heavily or slowly. Slovenly loving makes for wearisome living. If you ever love, Jane (his sister), love like a school girl with giggles and sighs, and keep love alive by consciously keeping wonder and surprise at the core of it.” Thank you for sharing this.
Preach. Thank you for being real and honest about these hard things.